“Tell me the worst.”“You are required to assist in a boxing,” he said, and then pushed a copy of the London Times across the desk to me.“Ope... the paper at page six, and read the article half way down the page.”I looked as directed. Printed beneath an illustration of a grave/mausoleum was the title ‘The Grave of Lord Castlereagh’ and a paragraph describing the memorial, and the sum of money reputed to have cost.The writer continued.‘Our readers may be interested in Lord Byron’s appreciation of. WE LEFT THE PUB AT 11PM WITH A INVITE TO COFFEE AT PETERS NEW HOUSE IN CRAMLINGTON NOT FAR FROM OUR HOME IN DELAVAL AS I WAS DRIVING I WAS ON PEPSI ALL NIGHT BUT LORRAINE PETER AND ANOTHER OLD PAL ,WELL NOT REALLY OLD 28 YR OLD KARL, WERE PISSED AND AS MY WIFE WANTED TO SEE PETERS HOUSE I RELUCTANTLY AGREED, I SAY RELUCTANTLY COS PETER WAS GETTING BOSSY WITH ME I HAD ALREADY WARNED HIM BUT HE WAS STILL HINTING FOR ME TO LEAVE LORRAINE WITH HIM AND KARL SAYING HE WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER ,. It was a quick one, she knew, but it was only a means to an end today.“F-fuck… I’m gonna… Ah!” she gasped and her eyes rolled back as she squeezed his ass, dragging him down onto her shaft and holding him there, her hands gliding up to grip his hips, giving her a better hold on her prize.Belind welcomed her climax, knowing it meant the humiliation of his actions was finally at the end, but her surprises weren’t over yet.Her cock pulsed and came, her seed shooting into him with a force he was. I didn’t want to start watching something half way through so I took myself off and had a good long bath. Suitably refreshed, I put on my robe and went out into the lounge to see if they had finished watching and to find something to eat. I got to the lounge to find them whispering and giggling to themselves, nothing unusual, but was taken aback when Gina said ‘we want to see your cock’.I was pretty shocked and embarrassed, I’d not really experienced anything like that before and certainly not.